"Are you going to tell them the station is for them?" Pee-wee asked me.
"A scout is truthful," I said; "why should I tell them that? I'm just going to keep still and see what happens. I may decide to name the car after Eb Brewster. I should worry. We can name it after anybody we want to name it after, can't we? Jiminetty, I'm glad we're here; we dropped in at the right place."
"One thing, I'm glad Monday's Columbus Day," Pee-wee said.
"Believe me" I told him, "Columbus never discovered anything like this. I could kind of read in that man's face, the one with the suspender——"
"He didn't have the suspender on his face," Pee-wee shouted.
"Take a demerit for that, and stay after school," I told him. "I could kind of read in that man's face, that there is going to be some fun in Ridgeboro."
"A tempest in a teapot, hey?" Westy said.
"You ought to apologize to the next teapot you meet," I shot back at him. "Teapots aren't so small."
Pretty soon we got around the bend and then we could see the Skiddyunk Station. It was a regular station with a platform and everything, all fancy kind of.